Bài hát Scenario Báo Lỗi

Chorus: Tribe and L.O.N.S.


Here we go yo, here we go yo

So what so what so what's the scenario

Here we go yo, here we go yo

So what so what so what's the scenario


Verse One: Phife Dawg


Aiyyo Bo knows this (what?) and Bo knows that (what?)

But Bo don't know jack, cause Bo can't rap

Well whaddya know? the Di-Dawg is first up to bat

No batteries included, and no strings attached

No holds barred, no time for move fakin

Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon

Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow

But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe so

Sleep if you want, my crew will help you get your Z's troop

But here's the real scoop

I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome

Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from

I'm vexed, fumin, I've had it up to here

My days of payin dues are over, acknowledge we is in there(YEAH)

Head for the border, go get a taco

I'll be wreckin from the jump street, meaning from the get-go

Sit back relax and let yourself go

Don't sweat what you heard, and act like you know


Verse Two: Charlie Brown


Yes yes y'all (yes y'all!)

who got the vibe it's the Tribe y'all (Tribe y'all!)

real live y'all (live y'all!)

Inside outside come around... (who's that??) Browwwwwwwwn

Some may, I say, call me Charlie

The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley

Layback on the payback, [evolve rotate the gates?] CONTACT!

Can I get a hit? (HIT!)

Boom bit with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip

East coast stompin, rippin and rompin

New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton

Checka-checka-check it out!

The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce

And wow how now wow how now Brown cow

We're ill till the skill gets down

For the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the new

but the rest are doo-doo

From radio, to the video, to Arsenio

Tell me! Yo, what's the scenario


Verse Three: Dinco D


(True blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo

Scenario's ready yo, rates more than four

Scores for the snores that smother dancefloors

Now I go for mine, shave the seashore

Ship-shape crushed Grapes Apes that play tapes

Papes make drakes baked for the wakes

of an L-ah, An E-ah, simply just a leader

bass in his face means peace see ya later

Later? (LATER!) Later alligator

Pop goes the weasel and the herb's the inflater

So yo the D what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flow

Funk flipped flat back first fist foul fight fight fight

Laugh yo how's that sound (ohhhhhh!)


Verse Four: Q-Tip, Busta Rhymes


It’s a Leader Quest mission and we got the goods here(here!)

Never on the left cause my right's my good ear (ear!)

I could give a damn about a ill subliminal

Stay away from crime SO I ain't no CRIMINAL